The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1887-09-23

1.-THE LAST TATTOOI"


ION THE DEATH OF GEN. LoGAN.l
There's gloomy shadow floating far the west
sky,
There's a mighty wave of sorrow, with its terrors
rushing by;
Far above the fond hearts yearning pours the crush
ing tide of woe,
And the wealth of mortal hopes are buried in its
ceaseless flow;
Heart cries unto heart in sorrowwhile the sound of
tolling bell
Tells to earth the startling moment when mighty
chieftain fell;
HarkI The shadows thickly gather, yet we hear it
struggling through
The sad heart-crushing music of the Soldiers Last
Tattoo.
To the Eastward looks the Nation-"Can that wasted
pallid form
Be the death-defying hero who outrode the battles
storm ?'
AS the sun all in his splendor before approach
ing night
ried fight,
Each rise, with break of morning, once again to
speed away
So fallen chieftain lays aside the of earth
to-day;
There beside the silent easket stands youth in
tial blue,
Pouring forth the saddened music of the Soldiers
Last Tattoo.
Lowy lies the heart of fire. silent hangs the shining
steel
Never FORCES
smoke reveal
Never more with force resistless shall the battle
column speed
To the charge of fearless foemen, where but Logan
dares to lead;
Long the sabre and the bayone have hung in battered
sheath,
While the helmet has been laid aside, to wear the
laurel wreath;
Lies he down. with glory shrouded this brave knight
of purpose true
Softly, by his silent sepuchre, rings out the Last
Tattoo.
fed drum!
Let soldiers grief pay tribute to chieftain,
pulseless dumb;
What to him are mortal praises-earnest prayer, or
What eulogistic tributes, wrought in language
rich and strong?
Tongue of is stammering weakness-far above its
feeble might
Shines the emblem of his glory, with its glitter pure
and bright;
Hark! Far through the winter breezes We may hear
the sound anew.
Tis the trumpet softly whispering the Soldiers Last
Tattoo.
Fame is but a useless bubble the heaving sea of
Time,
Yet true worth will glmmer through it with splen-
dor all sublime;
From the turmoil of the Universe the hero's life ap-
pears
Like a star of wondrous beauty, shining through the
passing years,
Like guide to mortal footsteps, marking, with Its
rays of light,
Where the path of Inspiration cheers the toiler for
the right;
We may say, with heightened peasure-such the life
of him we kdew;
And who now in death reposes where resounds the
Last Tattoo
We may carve the polished marble and implant the
tender fow'rs
of ours
See! 1t traces, with living fire. the gallant Logan's
High up, glory's tablet with its record strong axd
clear,
Shines the title fallen one"The foremost vol
unteer.'
We love to read that the arch of spotless
blue,
While plaintivey pours forth the Soldiers
Last Tattoo.
They marching at quickened pace, earths SOL
diers, strong and brave,
long and gallant column swiftly filing toward the
grave;
Yen along the thinning ranks, Truths banner
borne on high,
And learn the strength of freedoms WILL, from men
who dare to die;
Softly swelling Deaths river hear the re
veille,''
From the camp upon the other shore-the bvouac of
of the free
On this side the shadows gather-sweet and soft tits
floating through
The sad inspiring music the Soldiers Last Tattoo.